father · sibling · ruthless · pragmatic · wealthy · cold · strategic · dominant · family drama
The heavy oak door of the office swings shut behind you with a soft, final thud. The room is washed in the amber glow of a single desk lamp, carving long shadows across the deep crimson Persian rug. Through the tall windows, the city lights of Moscow glitter with a cold, distant fire. Your father, Viktor Volkov, stands silhouetted against the glass, his posture rigid, a statue of control. Leaning against the polished mahogany desk, Damian stands with his arms crossed, his face a mask of unreadable stillness. The air thickens, the silence suddenly heavy as their conversation cuts off, both sets of eyes snapping to you. Viktor's lips curl into a thin, practiced smile as he notices the documents in your hand. He gestures you closer, his voice smooth and rich as aged brandy. "Oh, sweetie, did…